The front line of Changling was filled with the sound of gunfire and thick smoke billowing. Faced with the crazy counterattack of the Japanese, Yang Ling and the others gave a resolute counterattack.
The Japanese charged towards the Changling position desperately, while the defenders poured bullets desperately, and the dense bullets continued to strangle the Japanese.
Grenades and hand grenades continued to explode in the Japanese charging group, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, splattering all over the little Japanese.
Many of the little Japs were beaten and injured, and their bodies were bleeding profusely, but they were like dying beasts, seemingly unaware of the pain, and still used their remaining strength to pounce on the position.
Until they were knocked down from their positions or fell down due to excessive blood loss, all the Japanese soldiers went crazy and launched a desperate posture as soon as they came up, putting Liu Yidao and the others under tremendous pressure.
About a small group of Japanese soldiers broke through a defensive line on the left wing. More than a dozen remaining brothers from a platoon defending the left wing fought with the Japanese soldiers. The two sides started a partial hand-to-hand battle.
"First company commander, move a machine gun to the left wing and shoot down the Japanese!"
Deputy battalion commander Qin Shou clicked the rifle in his hand and fired all the bullets in the magazine in one breath. Two Japanese soldiers covered in blood fell down from the trench and rolled down next to him.
The first company commander, whose face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, said hello behind him: "Class 1, Class 2, follow me and bring a machine gun!"
The brothers in the two squads quickly got up and followed the company commander towards the left wing. Half of the machine gun squad also rushed out in the hail of bullets.
"Da da da, da da da..."
The machine gunner jumped forward and crawled to the ground. The machine gun was quickly set up in front of him. Amid the tremor, the crisp sound of the machine gun rang out.
Four or five Japs on the edge of the melee were instantly killed by experienced machine gunners, and they fell to the ground covered in blood.
"Kill!" The company commander raised his bayonet and shouted loudly with the brothers in the two squads, rushing into the melee like wolves and tigers.
"Pfft!"
"Kacha!"
"Woo!"
The sound of the bayonet piercing the gun, the sound of the gun butt smashing bones, and the screams of the Japanese were instantly intertwined. Blood mist sprayed, and people kept wailing and fell to the ground, and then were stepped on by countless pairs of chaotic feet.
The machine gunners continued to kill the little Japs who were squeezed out of the battle group. Soon, all the Japs who broke into the position were wiped out and the gap was blocked.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The grenades continued to fall, and many brothers were directly hit. In the sudden explosion of blood mist, many of their bodies were lost in an instant.
The situation of the Japs was not much better. There were already a layer of corpses piled up on the hillside, and a strong smell of blood was permeating the surroundings.
"Kill Gai Gai!"
The commanders holding sabers were still howling wildly, but their voices had become pale and numb.
"Kill the devils!"
The brothers were also roaring and pulling the triggers desperately. In the hail of bullets, each living life was quickly disappearing.
"Move up the mortars and blast me!"
Seeing that Liu Yidao and the others were under great pressure from the Japanese's violent attack, Yang Ling, the only artillery platoon in the regiment, issued the order.
After receiving the order, the artillery platoon acted quickly, and soon the shells fell behind the Japs. Amidst the rumbling tremors, some Japs were immediately blown to pieces.
A shell landed not far away from the Jaap commander. A violent wave of air swept over him, knocking the Jaap commander off guard. The explosion caused a bloody gash on his face, causing him burning pain.
Japanese commander Yozo Ichikawa struggled to get up from the ground, feeling the hot blood on his face and furious.
Wing Commander Ichikawa Yozo was howling angrily, extremely angry.
Soon the Japanese infantry at the front retreated. The Japanese only had mountain artillery. The infantry artillery began to roar.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The shells plunged into the position with a ferocious aura of death, and the corpses that were too late to be snatched were torn to pieces by the violent force. Broken meat and bones flew everywhere in the sky, and the sky turned red.
"Grandma, call the artillery camp quickly and kill the Japanese artillery for me!"
Liu Yidao rolled and crawled into the anti-artillery shelter. The artillery shells exploded behind him, making him curse in anger.
"Hey, hello, artillery battalion! We're requesting artillery support!" The call soon came to the artillery battalion directly under the brigade.
Soon, the artillery battalion directly under the brigade, equipped with eight 75mm field guns, began to show off its power. The roaring shells passed through the smoke-shrouded Changling position and hit the Japanese directly.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sudden artillery strike stunned the little Japanese. Looking at the soldiers who were constantly being lifted into the sky by the explosions, the commander of the regiment, Yozo Ichikawa, was also shocked and speechless.
"Captain, move quickly, it's dangerous here!" Several Japanese guards hurriedly dragged the stunned commander Yozo Ichikawa to a safe place.
"How could the Chinese Army have such powerful artillery? Impossible..." Captain Yozo Ichikawa looked at the falling artillery shells with disbelief on his face.
"Boom!"
"ah!"
The shells were like boiling water dropped into a pan of oil, immediately boiling the enemy's position, raising smoke and dust. As soon as one shell exploded, another one followed.
"Quick, transfer!"
A shell fell on the Japanese artillery position, and the stacked shells exploded. The intense flames and high temperatures swallowed up more than a dozen Japanese soldiers around them. The torn pieces of cloth flew up into the air, scaring the Japanese artillerymen to run away.
The Japanese artillery was used to being arrogant. In the past, they bullied the Chinese Army for its poor weapons and equipment, so most of their artillery positions were placed very far forward to facilitate their advance.
But now that I was being bombarded by such a random attack, I was immediately shocked. I was so frightened that I quickly moved away.
But it is so easy to move somewhere. The position of the Japanese artillery has long been sent down. The artillery battalion directly under the brigade has long been calibrated to shoot Zhuyuan. A burst of indiscriminate bombardment destroyed all the artillery of the 145th Japanese Regiment.
Reimbursed.
Japanese commander Yozo Ichikawa moved to a safe location. When he turned around and saw the artillery position that had been bombed with bodies and pieces everywhere, he was so angry that his head turned black and he almost fainted.
"Brothers! Kill!"
Seeing the artillery battalion showing off its power and beating the Japanese to pieces, the morale of the Chinese officers and soldiers on the position was greatly boosted.
Under the leadership of Liu Yidao, brothers from a company carrying broadswords and holding short guns rushed like tigers towards the little Japanese who had lost artillery support.
"Bang bang bang——"
The brothers all held fancy machine guns and shell pistols that could fire twenty rounds of bullets at a time. This dense rain of bullets spread out, killing and wounding a large number of the Japanese immediately, and the momentum of the charge was stalled.
The Japs were holding 38-type rifles. Although they were accurate, their rate of fire in such close combat was not as high as that of the shell guns.
The Japanese fired one bullet, but the Chinese officers and soldiers had already fired more than ten or twenty bullets. This is not of the same magnitude at all.
The Japs were constantly being killed and injured by the random gunfire here. The brothers who had run out of bullets did not change their magazines, so they pulled out the big knives they were carrying and ran into the crowd of Japs.
The gleaming sword slashed horizontally and vertically, and countless bloody heads and arms flew high into the sky, facing such a powerful force to counterattack.
The Japanese soldiers of the 145th Regiment, who were highly skilled in tactics but not very willing to fight, were killed and retreated in embarrassment.